Well, not totally. We still owe Northside the copay.

James had a CT scan at noon and whatever the fuzzy thing was on the x-ray it didn't show up on the scan. The doctor mentioned they did spot what looked like a couple of calcidified nodules, very small, in the upper and lower lobes (can't recall which was on which side). The radiologist's opinion was it was an old fungal infection (nice guess, Jerry) and wasn't any problem, but advised James have another scan in three months just to make sure it isn't.

His labs were clear except for the slight elevated white count, so all the doctor can figure is that he has some sort of atypical infection and unless things get severely bad—cramps, diarrhea, severe headaches, etc.—it's probably just going to be one of those things he has to ride through. His labs this morning were better than the labs yesterday, so it's probably that the IV antibiotics going straight into him rather than going by the stomach, kidneys, and liver did a world of good. He has the rest of the antibiotic tablets to take and he's supposed to stay home until Wednesday and has a followup with his regular doctor.

So we walked in the door and he decided not to make any noise until I opened the gate and let Willow downstairs. She was pathetically happy to see me, ran for the door, and did a sharp left when she saw James and then went wagging into "daddydaddydaddydaddy" mode. The first thing he did was take his stuff upstairs, undress and get into the shower—they didn't let him bathe at all yesterday—and she sat outside the tub crying as if she were afraid the water would kill him! We had to open the shower curtain twice to show her he was all right

Check his blog and see if he decides to write about his ordeal with "the roommate from Hell" (or rather "the roommate with the television from Hell").

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